LJ query

Does anyone know why I'm getting a slew of comments in Russian, leaving links inviting me to come read someone's opinion on what I wrote in more detail?

(No, I haven't followed the links. I ran the comments through an online translator, found what looks like stock debating phrases attached to posts that made no sense for that, and clicking on the poster rather than the links found empty journals. I'm not following a link in a comment like that).

I'm just wondering why I've gotten about seven of them since last night -_-;

Wild Wild West ficlet

For a prompt on comment_fic, for the theme of 'happiness'.

Title: A Taste of Happiness
Rating: PG
Fandom: Wild Wild West (TV)
Characters/Pairings: James West, Artemus Gordon. Jim/Artie
Summary: In the train car, recovering from another mission
Wordcount: 600
Warnings/Notes: Small and random
Disclaimer: Not mine

( A Taste of Happiness )

Tiny Poirot ficlet

For the prompt on comment_fic. Borrowing more from David Suchet's Poirot, since I haven't read the stories in a while -_-;

Ego Sum

It was not the egoism they thought, this satisfaction.

Well, perhaps. The ego was, after all, the self, in the original. And there was in this, in the solving of riddles and the extension of the cells, a perfect sense of self. A unity, a knowledge both internal and external, both the mind and the world placed before it. Ego sum qui sum, cogito ergo sum.

Yes. Yes, perhaps they were right. Egoism, to be so satisfied. But perhaps that word, like so many, did not necessarily mean what others thought it meant.

It was ... a completement. The satisfaction, precise and uncomplicated, of being correct, of having divined by pure thought the nature of the situation. Of having understood in totality the people and the facts placed before him, so that he might effect justice or mercy as he must. Those two heights to which all must aspire, which he had satisfied within himself.

Egoism. A perfect sense of self. A perfect unity between the little cells in their pale cage, and the world they had engaged and triumphed over, however briefly.

Hercule smiled. A small quirk of the lips, practically invisible. Was there not happiness to be found, in such things? Yes. Yes, he thought there might be, indeed.

Was it not, after all, the very nature of happiness, to find completion in one's self.

Person of Interest fic

For a prompt on comment_fic. Um. Went slightly long on me -_-;

Title: Be Not Afraid
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Person of Interest
Characters/Pairings: John Reese, Harold Finch. Finch/Reese
Summary: They've been dead for years. Why not be happy, some little bit?
Wordcount: 1180
Warnings/Notes: Bleakness, hope. The lives they lead
Disclaimer: Not mine

( Be Not Afraid )